Pound
“Don’t hug her, hug me!” Lola demands, picking up my pillow and chucking it across the room.
“Jealous much? It’s a pillow, not a mistress.”
“Yeah, well, hug me, damn it.”
I cuddle up with her naked body. I grab her by the curves just under her bellybutton and just above her puss. I squeeze it.
“Stop,” she says.
“I love this part of you. It’s my favorite.”
“Is it a FUPA?”
“A what?”
“Fat Upper Pussy Area?”
“If you want to call it that.”
“No, I don’t want to call it that!”
“You brought it up.”
“Cause you’re kneading me like dough.”
“Cause I knead you. Get it? I ‘knead’ you?”
“Yeah, I get it. I still don’t like it.”
“Why?”
“I put on a pound or two.”
“And, if you ask me, you could put on a pound or two more. I find you incredibly sexy!”
“You find my fat incredibly sexy.”
“I find all of you incredibly sexy. What difference does it make what turns me on?”
She reaches down to feel me between my legs.
“Also, your pecker here was protruding into me all night,” she says.
“I know,” I say, “I was hard all night.”
“Then why didn’t you fuck me?”
“Because you were asleep.”
“First, so? And second, it would have been preferable to this –” She demonstrates by rubbing her hands up and down my chest rapidly.
“I did not do that to you all night.”
“Wanna bet?”
“I was asleep.”
“Well, I have come to the conclusion that the only reason you have such strong biceps is from all of this motion you do all night long.” She performs the curling motion of her arm going up and down my chest.
“You may be right,” I humbly admit.
She reaches down between my legs again. “Feels like that must hurt.”
“Yeah,” I say.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Fuck me.”
“Now?”
“Yeah. Use me. Go on. Get your rocks off. Get it all out of your system.”
She spreads her legs and reaches down with two hands and spreads something even more intimate.
“You look good.”
“Fuck me,” she commands.
I slide into her wet and waiting hole. It didn’t take long before I pull out and, grabbing my cock, cum on her face.
“Feel better?” she asks, looking up at me.
“Much.”
I get up and clean up. I eat breakfast and after breakfast I hear Lo calling me from the bedroom. “Come!”
“Are you summoning me or giving me a real-time account of your activities?”
“Come!” is all I hear in response. I follow the sounds and find her as I left her – naked and spread on the bed.
“Cuddle me, Daddy,” she says in her little-girl voice.
“Lo, I have to. . .”
“Just get into bed and hold me while I use my Hitachi.”
I climb into bed next to her, fully clothed, and hold her. She puts the machine between her legs.
“I’m sorry you didn’t cum earlier,” I whisper to her.
“Oh, I did.”
“Really? I didn’t even hear you.” That was unusual.
“Yeah, well, I held it in because I was mad at you. I didn’t want to give you the satisfaction.”
“Why?”
“Cause I was mad at you.”
“I can’t believe you came. I was so fast.”
“It turns me on when you pound me furiously, using me to get your rocks off. I like being your fuck-toy.”
“Mine and everyone else’s.”
“Now shut up. I’m trying to masturbate.”
“You know what I was thinking about when I came?” No answer. All I hear is the soothing hum of her Hitachi. “I was thinking about you and me going on our vacation next month, finding that nude beach and walking down it together. All the guys would see you in your birthday-bathing-suit and you’d lead them on. They’d follow us and, as you’re lying on your blanket, you’d encourage them to jack it over you. There’d be about six of them and they’d be jackin’ it to your naked body. All of them would cum on you. Some two at a time, some taking turns. You’d be covered in jizz and then you’d proudly get up and walk slowly across the sand into the water to wash off.”
She clicks the Magic Wand into high gear and says, “Shhhhh. No talking. No talking while masturbating.” And then she cums and cums hard. Her knees shoot up into the air and she squeezes her legs together tightly.
I hold her as her whole body convulses and she lets out a stream of expletives. Then I get naked and push her knees apart. “What are you doing?”
“I’m about to fuck you,” I say.
“But. . .”
“But what?”
“But I just came.”
“I know that. That’s why I’m going to fuck you.”
She no longer resists. I try to penetrate her, but find I can’t. “Is that the right spot?” I ask.
“Yeah. Why?”
“You’re so tight. I thought it was your ass.”
“I’m tight because I stopped my squirting. I didn’t want to squirt. I just changed the sheets.”
“Well, let me in.”
“Push and push hard,” she says.
I do as she commands and cannot believe the resistance I’m met with. Once I am fully enveloped by her, I say, “That’s better.” It’s as if a switch had gone off and she went from snug and still to stretched and swashing. She cums again, harder than before. I pull out, dripping wet from her.
“Aren’t you going to cum?” she asks, perplexed.
“No, darling. That was all for you.”
“Please,” she begs. “Cum on me just like you described those guys on the beach cumming on me. Stand over me, you letch, and jack off hard to my naked body.”
I stand up on the bed and grab my manhood and stroke it furiously. Her natural lubricant is all I need. Her fingers are pulling at her pussy lips as she says salacious things to me. “You like? You like my pussy? You want it old man? You think you could satisfy me?”
I see her looking up at me, enjoying what she sees. She continues to talk dirty.
Before her words form images in my mind, I cum like rain down on her tits, her chest, her neck, her face. Just the sound of her words are enough.
“That’s it,” she says as her hand reaches up to touch my balls, feeling them as I ejaculate. “That’s it. Unload. Feel better? Good dog. Now get back to the pound where you belong.”
